Dreaming of a White Christmas

At Christmas, all the folks down here on the coast in North Carolina start talkin’ about snow, y’all. All over town, everywhere you go, if you stop long enough to talk to folks, you’ll hear comments like:

“It sure don’t seem like Christmas this year. I sure wish it would snow.”

“I love Christmastime, but I wish we could get a little snow.”

“Now all we need is a little snow for Santa and his reindeer.”

It seems we all get a hankerin’ for it the week before Christmas. I don’t know why. I think it has actually snowed here on Christmas all of about twice in the last hundred years. We had one, real, bonifide White Christmas in 1989. That year, the whole region was buried under 15 inches!

But seeing as how we only get snow about every 8 or 10 years in these parts, it’s a big deal around here. Last year, on January 20, we actually got 2 whole inches! Of course, all the schools closed, as did most of our businesses and all over town people were posting videos on Youtube and scraping snow off the car hoods to make bowls of snow cream.

The neighborhood kids were outside trying to mound up enough snow to make a snowman. Heck, about all the snow we ever get is enough to make a snowman’s head.

Now I’m old enough to realize that the probability of having snow tomorrow is slim to none, but I have to confess, y’all. The first thing I’ll do Christmas morning is peek out the blinds at the ground. ‘Cause you just never know!

Mary the Teach has another photo blog, besides Ruby Tuesday. It is called Sepia Scenes. Every Wednesday, she posts a picture in sepia, and invites everyone else to do the same. She also has a tutorial on her blog on how to produce good photos in sepia. I you are into photography, like I am, go on over and check it out.



Although you are not going to be here today,  I made you collards. Your poem is proudly displayed on our mantle, you know, the one you wrote for us a few Christmases ago about a “little” dog, named Hannah. As we open our gifts this morning, our thoughts will be with you, and the many years we were lucky enough to have you in our lives. We will be remembering your sweet, smiling face and your words of encouragement.

Even though you didn’t make it to Christmas this year, you did get to remind us all of Christmas and make us all laugh when you joked about being “Rudolph the Red Eared Reindeer” while you were in the intensive care, and they had taped a glowing red oxygen monitor to your ear.

Some of us are not doing so good today, Grandma. I think Ryan and his girl need to be gently reminded again, of the advice you gave them the last time you saw them, “to just be good to each other”. If you have any pull in these things now, we could use a little help on this one.

I hope you are enjoying a big bowl of collards with Mama and Papa Green, all your brothers and my Uncle Billy. Please thank them all for me, for taking care of you until we can be together again. Loving you, every day, your grand daughter,




Christmas music is in the air
With songs and praise every where.
It fills our hearts with love and joy
For Mary’s child – a baby boy.

This child was born many years ago.
His name is Jesus and we know
The Story of His humble birth
And mission here on the earth.

Trees are blinking with tiny lights
And dusted with a bit of white.
Gifts wrapped up with fancy bows
What’s in the package? Nobody knows.

By Christmas morn the secret is out.
Just what I wanted is the shout
And happy faces show girls and boys
All excited about their toys.

Its really a magic time of year
A time of compassion, love and cheer.
A time for remembering the Holy One
Jesus Christ – God’s beloved Son.

Gladys Parker
Nov. 2002